at the end of his mother's hospital bed and watch her fight with her insurance company at the very same time she was fighting for her life. when i was a young kid in third grade, i remember my dad coming up the stairs in my grandpop's house where we were living, sitting at the end of my bed and saying, "joey, i'm going to have to leave for a while. go down to wilmington, delaware, with uncle frank. there are good jobs down there, honey. in a little while, a little while, i'll be able to send for you and mom and jimmy and val. and everything's going to be fine." for the rest of our life, my sister and my brothers, for the rest of our life, my dad never failed to remind us that a job is about a lot more than a paycheck. it's about -- [ applause ] it's about your dignity.